Snapshots of a day: June 16, 2013

Here are some photos throughout my day from Sunday, June 16th. I tried to do A-Photo-An-Hour, but clearly that was too much responsibility for me to handle on a Sunday.

Saturday, June 15th -- 9:00pm

OK, so this is the day before June 16th. But here is the booze that we drank cocktails out of before heading to Rain Lounge to celebrate Pride! It was a really fun night. And - if you haven't tried Tennesee Honey Jack Daniels, I highly recommend it. If you like very sweet alcohol, that is. 

Sunday, June 16th -- 11:00am

Post-Rain Lounge, I stayed overnight at my friend Emma's house. Everyone woke up late the next day, and Emma made us all delicious Turkish coffee.

Sunday, June 16th -- 12:00pm

I decided to walk home after eating breakfast at Emma's. I do not have a car, and although Emma does - I cleverly realized that the rest of the people groggily waking up at Emma's house were not going to want to be driven home for a while. So I headed out in the rain, wearing the conservative yet little-black-dress, flats, and neon-belt that I had worn the night before. I sort of looked like I was walking a "Walk-Of-Shame," but considering the clothes I wear out to bars are indistinguishable from clothes I would wear to work or synagogue, I didn't feel too silly about it. I was cold, though - I didn't wear a cardigan to Rain, and it was drizzling and chilly.

Sunday, June 16th -- 12:10pm

Look at this cool tree! Spotted on my walk home. 

Sunday, June 16th -- 1:15pm

Made it home, kicked off my shoes and watched a relaxing episode of Law & Order: Criminal Intent. 

Sunday, June 16th -- 2:10pm

Took a long shower, and pulled on these clothes to wear for my trek to campus to get some work done. As you can see, in Syracuse NY in mid-June I felt the need to wear a blazer, scarf, and long-sleeved tee. It has been so unseasonably chilly here. 

Sunday, June 16th -- 3:00pm

As soon as I make to the Graduate Student Lounge of the Religion Department, I feel absolutely exhausted. I mean, look at everything I had done that day! Watched television, showered.... so exhausting. So I curled up in a chair, took a brief nap, and re-read a little bit of the second part of Mendelssohn's Jerusalem. Later, I even drummed up the strength to type up my notes on this section! 

Sunday, June 16th -- 5:00pm 

Re-exhausted from my efforts of typing up notes, I decide to walk around the campus-area and get an iced latte. It was now sunny and warm outside! The sun really cheered me up. 

Sunday, June 16th -- 5:05pm 

Beaming at the sun, I take a picture of some cars and a tree.

Sunday, June 16th -- 5:20pm

Latte in hand! As you can see, it starts to get a little bit cloudier here. I was outside for the approximate 15 minutes of sunshine yesterday. Good timing. 

Now I met up with a few friends to grab dinner at King David's. I took no pictures of the delicious vegetarian feast I consumed. 

Sunday, June 16th -- 9:00pm

I trot over to my favorite local bar and restaurant, Beer Belly, to have a glass of wine with my friend Emma to discuss how much fun we had the previous night, amongst other things. (You may have noticed that I'm addicted to talking to Emma. I miss her if I don't see her in over a day and a half. It's going to be a rough summer without her.)

Monday, June 17th -- 1:00am

After returning home, I watch some more Law & Order: Criminal Intent and work on my cross-stitch. This says "Lousie," an homage to Louise Belcher from Bob's Burgers. It will say "I'll see you in hell!" underneath it, which is a quote she says that really encapsulates her spunky-9-year-old persona. I messed up the heart by her name, though - so I'll have to redo that.

Thanks for viewing my day with me! 

On ambition, feelings of inadequacy, and cross-stitching

I attended two defenses today -- an M.A. thesis and a Ph.D. dissertation.

Both went well, and both sufficiently impressed me. I thought both speakers seemed eloquent, articulate, professional, happy, and pretty much every other positive adjective. I was wowed.

Because I am shockingly interested in myself, I took these defenses to not only listen to my friends and colleagues demonstrate great work, but also to do some reflection about myself, and how I feel about graduate school.

I really like graduate school. I really, really like the program I am in. I like the instructors, I like my classmates, I like the freedom of the department I am in, and the amount of support given to me to explore my own scholarly interests.

But because I like graduate school -- and my particular program -- so much, I occasionally feel like I'm not focused on the result enough. I generally don't think about what kind of "adult" scholar I want to be. Sure, I'll think about how to improve my seminar papers, my comprehensive exams (about a year and a half away) and about what seminar papers I want to submit to conferences, but that's really it. The idea of not being a student and being a professional in this field terrifies me.

I've just started the program - so I have at least four years left of being in my graduate student cocoon - so perhaps this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.

But I do very often feel that most other graduate students have a personality trait that I am suspiciously missing -- a nearly insane level of drive, ambition, zeal. Sure, I have some ambition to be The Best Scholar Ever, but on a daily basis this ambition rarely sees the light of day. Just having the emotion of wanting to be a really, really good scholar frightens me. I could fail!

It's easier for me to function not thinking about how I'd like to Become a Really Good Scholar and instead think about I Need To Write 25 Good and Interesting Pages on Moses Mendelssohn. I'm very deliberately not seeing the forest due to the trees.

When I do have sudden burst of ambition -- when I feel that I should feel good about myself and think that I can really make it in this field -- I immediately feel so overwhelmed that I push it back down again. I then refocus my energy on other emotional pursuit, specifically crushes.

Once I was talking to an old adviser of mine -- an Arts Administrator (I have a B.F.A. in Theatre Management) and we had the following conversation:

"Well, the dating scene at the Jewish Theological Seminary is pretty weird. Nobody wants to date me. It's awful. What gives?!" I exclaimed, unceremoniously wiping some hummus from the falafel I was eating on my jeans.

"Maria, you just told me you were feeling so overwhelmed by all of your coursework. How do you even have time to pursue dating?"

"Well, I probably don't have that much time to date. But I always seem to find the time to lament my single status and develop intense crushes on people. I find the time."

I almost invariably find the time to sleep, relax, socialize, develop crushes on people, spend too much time thinking about feelings, blog, instagram. Other graduate students seem much more willing to sacrifice these things in pursuit of their ambition to Be A Great Scholar. (Especially sleep.) I'm only very rarely willing to sacrifice sleep, friends, or thinking about attractive people in order to have the best graduate school career I can have.

And on a daily basis, this usually does not bother me. I have a great life! I even recently became single again -- through my own volition!!! -- so this gives me even more time to think about my favorite topic, Why Don't More People Want to Date Me? Don't They Realize How Awesome I Am? and Once I Get a Really Amazing Partner, That Will Show Them All.

But then I attend two amazing defenses, and I feel like the wind is knocked out of me. The ambition To Be The Best Scholar Ever, generally so carefully guarded, came out.

I want to be good at this, I found myself thinking to myself. And I can probably do it, if I work hard enough. Some day, that will be you up there. You're actually pretty smart, you know, Maria. You can totally do it! 

So I came home. Did I spring to action on my papers?

No, I took a nap. In my defense, I was really tired.

When I woke up, I sat on my couch and thought about how impassioned I had felt about my studies earlier that day.

I can maybe do that, maybe I will succeed, I thought to myself. And then, immediately, No you can't. You're just lying to yourself. You're not as smart as those other people, and you never will be. You're a fraud. You shouldn't do anything today. You don't deserve to work today, you're such a disaster. It's too late for you anyway, you would have had to already read about 5,000 more books than you have read in order to be successful. My heart beat increased, I started chewing on my lower lip, my hands started sweating.

I irritably watched some television, and then picked up some cross-stitching. I started cross-stitching the word that best exemplified how I was feeling.

This will be a swear word, and as you can see, it begins with "F" and "u." I felt doomed.

While cross-stitching, I started to feel a little bit better. The rhythmic nature of cross-stitching is soothing, and I eventually began to think that I maybe wasn't doomed. I want to write a blog post, I realized to myself. There was a small voice inside of my head that said, This is EXACTLY why you won't and will never be a successful scholar! Successful scholars don't have hobbies!!! And you're going to blog about a hobby? That's a hobby on top of a hobby. How many hobbies you need? I hate you so damn much, Maria, but I managed to squash it down. Nope, I told myself, I really want to write a damn blog post. And it's going to be great.

And now I'm feeling much better.

I mean, all I really have to do this week is to finish writing 25 good and interesting pages on Moses Mendelssohn. Plus, I'm going to a state park with some of my amazing friends on Wednesday! 

Studyscapes: A distracted week

This week I had much more trouble focusing than last week. Maybe that's because it was dreary and rainy for almost the entire week here in Syracuse. Maybe it's because I've been exercising regularly and my system is understandably confused by all the endorphins surging through my system, causing me to be twitchy and easily distracted while studying.

I have been incapable of working at home recently. This is good, because it gets me out of the house. This is bad because I have to lug books and my laptop around which angers my back. Another plus is that I am starting to have a vaguely-responsible schedule where I work during the day and socialize at night. It's not quite responsible yet, because I'm eating dinner at 8:30pm or 9:00pm and staying up until 2:00am, but baby steps. (Actually, for the past few days I've been going to bed at around 3:00am and waking up at noon. We're stopping that little trend tomorrow, because I'm going to a friend's thesis defense that begins at the ungodly early hour of.... 11:00am. Maybe I'll show up in my pajamas.)

One thing I do when I cannot concentrate is play a television show I really, really like in the background. It works better if the show is being piped into my ears through headphones. This sounds counter-intuitive and as if I'm just terrible at studying and giving myself an excuse to watch television instead of study, but it really does work for me. The requirements for me to do this are:

It has to be a show I've basically memorized. Shows go in and out of respectable choices based on how much I've been watching them lately. There was a time when the old seasons of Arrested Development was my go-to -- but I'm too rusty on that now. I get too distracted when it's on. I'm on an H. Jon Benjamin kick right now (if I had to marry a voice, it would be that voice) so I can only study while listening to Archer or Bob's Burgers. Also, I can never look at the show for this to work. It needs to be essentially a radio show - something you only listen to. (BTW, Archer is AMAZING for this. As is Bob's Burgers. You barely need to look at the show to understand what is going on, and 90% of the jokes.) (Actually, I tend to like shows that are less-visual and more audio based. I watch a lot of TV, but very rarely "watch" it. I knit, putter around, clean, cook, or poke around the internet with the TV on in the background. I like to follow along with a show even if I physically don't watch the majority of it. This can be fun, too, because I'll occasionally finally "get" or "see" visual gags on my fifth or sixth viewing of an episode.)

The magical thing about this is that as soon as the show comes on, I immediately start working. No gap. No point where I stop to watch the show for a few minutes. And then - the most magical thing about this system - is that eventually, I'll get so interested in my work that listening to the show in the background is distracting me, so I'll quickly snap it off to better concentrate.

It's great. It really "eases" me into studying when I'm feeling tired or crabby or just don't want to start.

My desktop picture is of some of my favorite wing-tipped shoes! And in this picture, you can see the shoes that were on my feet! Hah! 

Notes that I hand-write invariably have arrows, flow-charts, and things written in the margins.

This is the detritus of a piece of "classic coffee cake" from Starbucks. And a latte. The coffee cake was really good, but left crumbs everywhere. It was chilly that day, so I was wearing black corduroys. They were clean when I put them on that morning. They were not clean the moment I tackled the crumbly coffee cake. This didn't bother me too much because I always look pretty sloppy.

And this is my 'scape today. Those awesome pink glasses? I wear them OVER my prescription thick-black-framed secretary style glasses. Because I am the coolest. Sometimes people will look at me strangely, or laugh, when I pull them off. I don't care. I love these sunglasses.

Also featured in this picture is my gigantic bottle of lime seltzer water. It's difficult for me to drink straight water sometimes. So I've been buying lots and lots of seltzer water. I can still drink it if I cut seltzer water with regular water (it still retains a tiny bit of fizz) so that helps me be somewhat economical. 

Moses Mendelssohn is, of course, still awesome.

When my keys were on the wrong side of my door.

As I alluded to in my previous post about last week's studyscapes, I was locked out of my apartment from Saturday night to about 2pm on Sunday. I wanted to share a little bit about that adventure.

First of all, I would like to proudly state that this is the first time I have locked myself out of my apartment in Syracuse. This will doubtlessly shock and surprise some people, mostly the Office Coordinator of the Religion Department, who has taken to asking me every time I breeze through the office, "Maria, do you have all your items? Double check." This is because I have left pretty much anything anyone can leave in an office. Twice. Keys, books, pens, scarves, headbands, cardigans.... they've all been left there so frequently that every time something is left in the graduate student lounge, people assume it's mine.

But I've never locked myself out. I've always managed to locate my keys before needing them. This is largely due to the fact that my keychain is pretty sizable. One of my friends recently demanded why my keychain was so big, even though I think it is moderately sized. He seemed to think I had too many keys. And yes, I have a few keys that probably open locks somewhere, although I would be hard pressed to know which locks exactly. But still. They must be important, or else they would not be on my keychain. Here are the non-key items I have on my keychain:

I have a tiny flashlight, a small "DePaul University" keychain some staff members gave me when I graduated and completed my term as Vice-President of Student Government, and a small beaded hippo my ex-boyfriend gave me from South Africa. He told me that it reminded him of me. And it's a hippo. Considering I didn't stop feeling fat every time anyone looked at me or breathed in my general direction until rather recently, I felt kind of insulted about this. But I do think the hippo is cute, so I keep it.

Back to the other night: I had gone to a bar with my friend Emma to drink some wine. Great night. After walking the 15-20 minutes back to my apartment, I arrived at my apartment and realized that I was keyless.

I was devastated. I sat on the stoop to my porch for a while and whimpered, which is not a good thing to do at night in my neighborhood.

I gathered up my strength, texted my friend Emma to tell her I would be sadly returning to her house. Upon returning to her house, Emma fed me some late-night pizza and we basically had a little sleepover. There was lots of giggling.

Emma, who is much more of a functional human being than I am, woke up at around 8:00am. I woke up and wandered into her kitchen, horrified to learn that I had slept in someone else's home until 10:45am. Then Emma made me an omelette, after apologizing for her lack of vegetables. I was tired and crabby at this point, annoyed that I still was locked out.

"I only have tomatoes and cheese, and I feel like that's not a good omelette. Do you like tomatoes? What about feta? Let's see....pesto? Would pesto be good in an omelette?" Emma called out from the kitchen, while I rhythmically rubbed my eyes. Because she's adorable, she continued to ask me a lot of questions about this omelette. I answered "Yes," or "I don't care," to every question except to the question "Would pesto be good in an omelette?" to which I responded immediately, "Please don't put pesto in my omelette."

I decided I needed some emotional support, and I foolishly thought I should contact my mother. It was now about 11:30am, so 10:30am in Glen Ellyn, IL (where I grew up). "Hello?" my mother answered the phone groggily, clearly with her retainer still in her mouth. Clearly, the apple does not fall far from the tree when it comes to oversleeping on Sundays.

 "Well, where is your key?" my mother demanded once I told her my predicament.

"It's in the apartment," I explained. "But the door is locked."

"The door locks automatically?" she demanded.

"Yes." I responded.

"Oh," my mother concluded, still groggily, "So you have the key. It's just on the wrong side of the door."

".....Yeah, that's... well, quite a poetic way to put it..." I said.

"You know what I would like for birthday that is a key?" my mother said, suddenly changed topics. "Another car key. We only have the one, because we keep losing them, and I just know we're going to lose the last one and it's going to be a disaster. And they're expensive. So.... good birthday gift."

"I feel sad, cranky, and alone," I said, subtly trying to turn the conversation back to myself. "I want some motherly support."

"Maria, for God's sake, call a locksmith if your landlord doesn't get back to you. You can handle this."

After eating the delicious yet pesto-free omelette Emma made me, I stopped at the Starbucks to get an iced version of my favorite drink -- the sugar-free hazelnut latte. Then my landlord called me and said he would let me into my apartment.

When I returned, where was my keychain?

On the damn hook by the door where they belong. I so rarely put anything away that when I do I am stunned. And, apparently, much more likely to leave my keys in my apartment. 

Studyscapes: Week 1

I am still working on a few papers this summer. The work is enjoyable and I hope and pray that it is going well.

I have been taking photos of the scene in front of me studying, and posting them on facebook, twitter, and instagram (mariathemagpie). Commenting on one of the photos, I quipped that it was my "studyscape," and then immediately found the word cute. I like taking these photos. I imagine that in the future I will look back on them and fondly remember working on past projects. Or I'll think I was self-absorbed. Either way.

It's been really fun working at different places in Syracuse this summer. Most of the students (particularly the undergrads) are gone, and the campus area has this strange yet relaxing ghost town vibe that I also find very appealing.

This is me re-reading selections of and taking copious notes on Moses Mendelssohn's Jerusalem. I am at my favorite local pub and bar, Beer Belly. I am drinking a sort of strange Dogfish Head beer that has a lot of grape flavors in it. It's a strong beer and Beer Belly sells them in smaller glasses, but as you can see, I still had two. They were delicious.

This is me at the campus Starbucks, re-reading Altmann's introduction to Jerusalem. The nice thing about Starbucks is that they really crank the A/C up. It's probably like 67 degrees in there, which feels amazing after suffering in 89 degree heat. (I'm not good at being in the heat.)

I took this photo while at the Syracuse Bird Library. I was there not really to work, but to wait. The night before I had gone to Beer Belly with my good friend Emma to drink wine. It was fun. I walked to my home, only to realize that I had left my keys in my apartment. I sat on my stoop and considered sobbing, but I don't live in the best neighborhood to sit around on a stoop crying at 1:30am, so I instead walked back to my friend Emma's house. I spent the night at Emma's, and the next morning I grabbed my favorite Starbucks beverage -- a sugar-free hazelnut latte -- and then waited at the Syracuse library for my landlord to call me to inform me that he had victoriously opened my door. I obviously didn't have any of my books, so I somewhat randomly pulled some books off the shelves that had to do with Moses Mendelssohn. Then I read half of an article about Mendelssohn's view of ecclesiastical law and excommunication before my landlord called me to report I could return to my hot and humid apartment.

In conclusion, I like making these studyscapes. I'm going to take photos of them more, and will post more of them here. I will not share all of them on facebook (as I have been doing) because that would be overwhelming.